Poem 8 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy

 

Glimpses

I have seen:

The glistening of fresh powder snow

in the sun rays of a bluebird sky.

I have seen:

The colors of Spring blanketing

the winter worn land.

I have seen:

A moonless summer night

lit by the colors of the Milky Way.

I have seen:

A fall of brilliant gold-covered mountains;

white-trunked aspen

shining like the sun.

These fresh air glimpses.

These things that

touch my heart and make it glad;

these beauties of nature that cannot be

adequately described, but only felt, smelled,

heard, and loved beyond words.

Could these be?

Could these be glimpses?

Glimpses of Heaven?

Evidences of a creative, joyful, God

who loves to love us through His Creation?

Poem 7 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

When Things Go Awry

When things go awry,

Look to the hills;

When plans go South,

Take a step North;

When dreams break,

Lean into hope;

When reality looks fake,

Go find new truth.

It's there.

Just take the hand of

The one who made you;

Who keeps creating

Keeps releasing

Joy

In all, through all, because of all

Trust

Step forward.

Look up.

This one loves you

And knows the way.

Poem 6 of 30 by Christine Tracy

Truth that Overcomes

I sit in a tree top

Looking upon life

My life

Wondering about 

The little girl

Who daydreamed.

Of faraway places

Journeys

and adventures

Safely in the hands of

Family and a Papa she knew

But couldn't see.

"Too sensitive" she was labeled.

"Perfectionist" she was called.

"I wonder where she goes?" 

Said her teacher, frustrated,

Failing to capture her attention in class.

And then, the girl's heart changed,

And she believed the lies.

She would never reach her goal, her dream.

She would fail. Never be quite good enough.

But God.

Now she knows truth.

Her failures led to regrouping, restarting.

Perfectionism led nowhere.

But, instead, the word "excellence" 

Meant her efforts were enough.

Did she do the best she knew how?

Yes.

She did her best - far from perfect.

And that was enough.

That was excellent.

She was enough.

Learning to love herself still.

Will she ever arrive?

Doubts! Unworthiness! No! Go!

Her Father calls her "beloved daughter."

He sees her gold - what He placed in her.

His promises come true in the waiting.

He works ALL for her greater good.

She can rest - yet unknowing - in that.

Poem 5 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

Friends

In the grand scheme

there is nothing

quite as pure,

as holy,

as personal,

as sweet,

as nurturing,

as joyful,

as dear,

and as precious, as

the gift

of a

true friendship.

Poem 4 of 30 by Christine Tracy

Home Again

A new place

A new life

Uprooted

Unfinished

Far away

New old place

Reconstructed

Emerging garden

Feeling displaced.

Longing for a place 

That's no longer home.

Hurting heart softens

And lets beauty emerge.

If I look

There it is.

Loveliness

New possibilities

Bountiful joy

Merge into something equally

Beautiful as before.

Finally

Home again.

Poem 3 of 30 by Christine Tracy

Erin Ann

Waking today

At the exact time

I gave birth to my first

40 years ago.

Coincidence?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Looking back

Somehow a circle has been completed.

And wholeness is released.

The birth of a new season.

Propelled by the love and pride

I have gleaned from being in the presence

Of a wisdom that came through me

But is not me.

She now teaches me.

A daughter

Full of life and love

Now in the midst of her own circle making.

Poem 2 of 30 by Christine Tracy

 

Two Words

In the quiet early of the day

Before the sun, while the birds are singing the trees awake;

I sit, puppy in lap; writing tool at hand

And wait for words to come.

Words of life; of love; of encouragement;

Of sadness; grief; and prayer.

Words forming like sculptures in my heart;

Yearning to live, to be released.

To be sent and received;

To bring healing and love.

Today, those words are:

"Brave."

"Excellence."

Words for me.

Perhaps for you?

Good words.

"Live by" words.

Reminding words.

To be, to give, to conquer, to love.

Words that challenge,

But words that do not demand perfection.

Calling me to simply "be."

Words that are enough.

And good.